The door opened and I realised Stella's description of the woman who stood there smiling at us was very accurate. She was tall, handsome, auburn haired and full-breasted, dressed in a snugly-fitting up-to-the-minute maroon dress that hugged her wide hips and breasts. She was beautifully made up and not a hair of her head was out of place. We went in as she stood back.
“Great to see you again, Stella,” she said as she closed the door. She took her into her arms and gave her a great hug, kissing her full on the mouth. Then she turned and looked at me. “And this is Rita. How are you, my dear?” She bent and kissed me on the cheek. “She's a lovely girl, Stella.”
“So George was saying-think she had a few ideas about her?'
“I'll bet she had! What did you think of the show, Rita?”
“I think her panties suffered considerably!” put in Stella, before I could answer. “Stella!” Once again, I was furiously blushing.
“Don't mind her, Rita. Stella-you're embarrassing the poor girl. Give us a chance to become acquainted before you start bringing out intimate secrets like that.” She was laughing. “I must admit, though, George does put on some fabulous shows-I went the other night with Dorothy; it did something to us, too!”
“Which had to be worked off afterwards, I have no doubt!”
“You're deliberately trying to embarrass Rita, aren't you?” Rose smiled, shaking her head. “Naturally, it had to be worked off afterwards!”
“I take is Dorothy is the one…?”
“She's waiting for me in Paris; we're going to spend at least six months travelling around, then perhaps we'll come back to England-I'll get in touch when we do. Now, let's have tea.”
She had a honey of a flat, which she showed us round after tea. Compact, with everything to hand, the flat consisted of two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and bathroom, with a separate toilet; it must have cost the earth, especially with the furniture she had in it. On the bedside table in her bedroom there was a photograph of a lovely woman with ash-blonde hair. She saw me looking at it.
“Yes, that's Dorothy-quite lovely, isn't she?”
“Beautiful,” said Stella. “How old is she, Rose?”
“Thirty. She likes men, too; says that at the moment the bias is in favour of women-me in particular-and she wants to see the world and really gorge herself on lesbianism, before deciding whether or not to marry and settle down.”
“You'll have to keep an eye on her-she may take a fancy to a man while you're on holiday…”
“Oh, I can handle her-smack her bottom now and again as I used to smack yours-remember?”
“I remember.” said Stella, ruefully, colouring and trying to avoid my eyes.
“Remember that time you stayed out till all hours and came in half-cut? I had your skirt up and your knickers down and across my lap before you knew what had hit you; then I whaled the tar out of your behind with your own shoe!”
“Rose! Must you-in front of Rita?”
Rose laughed delightedly.
“Now whose embarrassed? I can tell you. Rita- there were lots of times when she felt my hand or slipper on her bare bottom!” She reached out and lifted Stella's chin, kissing her quickly on the lips. “I liked her, though. In fact-I could still go for her, if the circumstances were different. Don't worry, though, Rita-I'm not going to take her away from you. Are you two living together?”
“I've told you she has a daughter…”
“But she spends most of the time at school…”
“And
a husband!”
“Gosh! I assumed you were separated or divorced when Stella said you were lovers. That must be rather awkward for you. He doesn't know about it, does he?”
“No, he doesn't know, but it has had its awkward moments.”
“Do you still have sex with him?”
“Now you're embarrassing her,” said Stella.
“Oh, I think we've got to know each other well enough by now, eh, Rita?”
“I–I think so. Yes, I have had some sex relations with him-very little since-since…”
“Since you and Stella started going to bed together. Yes, I can understand it being awkward, all right.”
“I feel a bit guilty about it.” said Stella, “seeing it was I who forced her into it.”
“Forced her?”
“Persuaded against my will, rather than forced,” I qualified. “I had never done that sort of thing before, but after I had been persuaded, I must admit I not only liked it-I wanted more!”
“Honest girl! Got any plans for the future?”
“None at all, I'm afraid-we go on from day to day hoping it will last.”
“If your husband finds out-what then?”
“Goodness knows!” I felt hot all over at the thought of it.
“You might find him understanding-some are, you know. I know of someone that actually happened to. She had been having a little sex with another woman on the side. Her husband was a traveller and while he was away, she used to either stay with her girl-friend, or have her stay with her. Then one night, her husband came home unexpectedly and walked into the living-room to find his wife and this woman stark naked on the floor. His wife was on her back with the woman on top of her, a dildo strapped on her, giving the wife a good old rogering with it.”
“What happened?” I gasped, heart fluttering at the thought of Phil catching me with Stella in similar circumstances.
“Well, after the initial embarrassment, they all talked it out and came to an agreement. The woman moved in with them and now they share the wife.”
Somehow I couldn't visualise that happening in our household!
“Well. I suppose we'd better be going,” Stella looked at her watch.
“I'll get you the keys of the bungalow.” Rose produced the keys, telling us what each one opened. “And here's a spare key to this flat-just in case you both happen to be in town and want to get something out of your systems!”
“Rose-you're a pet! Here-let's have a nice big kiss at you before we go!” Stella's arms went round her and Rose looked at me a little doubtfully.
“You have no objections, Rita?”
“I don't think so,” I smiled.
“When Stella said a 'nice big kiss' in the past, it meant a meal!”
“I think Rita will agree that you deserve it, eh, Rita?”
“Go ahead,” I murmured. “I certainly do.”
I watched as their arms went about each other and their faces met, mouth wide open. Cheeks hollowed and there was a faint suctioning sound; they pressed closer, hands stroking up and down one another's back. I saw what Rose had meant by a “meal”! When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily and Rose's face was flushed. Stella stepped back and boldly placed her hands on the ample breasts, giving them a squeeze.
“Titties still nice and firm, darling-or do you wear reinforced bras nowadays?”
“Cheek! If you'd said that a couple of years ago, you would have had your bottom smacked soundly!”
“Well-do you?” Stella challenged.
“I certainly do not!” said Rose emphatically. “Here — I'll show you!”
Stella winked at me and I realised she had taunted her purposely. Rose reached behind her and pulled down a zip; the dress went slack at the front and she drew it from her shoulders, letting it slip to her waist. She wore only a flimsy-looking bra and her skin was smooth and creamy. With a flourish, she removed the bra and held it out from her body, drawing herself up proudly. I was impressed. Her breasts were very big and looked heavy, yet stood out from her chest as firm as melons. They were a beautiful shape, with large dark nipples standing out from the paler aureoles. “Well-how about that?”
“Beautiful!” breathed Stella. “Aren't they. Rita? And still as firm as ever.” Stella reached out and touched them, lifted them, ran her fingers lightly over the nipples, then pulled back quickly. “Uh-uh-naughty girl! I'll tell Dorothy!”
“You shouldn't have touched me there, then; I can't held a natural reaction!” Rose started to put her bra back on.
“Wait a minute; now you have them out-how about a kiss at them-just for old time's sake?”
“Now you're going a bit too far in front of Rita. Don't forget, she's not used to all this.”
“Well, we'll get her used to it. Tell you what-I'll kiss one and Rita can kiss the other; she's never touched another woman's breasts, except mine.”
“What about Rita herself?” Rose looked at me doubtfully. “You wouldn't want to…”
“I think I should like to,” I found myself already whispering, my throat dry, as I eyed those magnificent breasts.
“You just lie back nice and comfy on the bed, darling and we'll do the rest.” Stella pushed Rose back. Her knees caught on the edge and she sat down, breasts bouncing. Stella pressed her right back and sat on one side of her while I sat on the other.
Rose lay with her arms above her head, abandoning her breasts to us. I waited until Stella bent her head and her mouth closed over Rose's left nipple; watched Rose's body react, then pressed my mouth to her right breast. I sucked gently and instantly felt the warm nipple stiffen and lengthen between my lips.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stella's cheeks hollowing as she sucked strongly, felt Rose jerk as I, too, put on a stronger suction. One of my hands rested on Rose's shoulder, the other on her bare stomach. I found the faint odour of her body, mixed with her perfume strangely exciting; I suddenly realised my palm was stroking the smooth tummy as my mouth nuzzled at her breast. Stella concentrated solely on the breast, holding it with both hands as she sucked.
Rose started panting, her arms going about our shoulders, pressing our faces more tightly to her breasts. Her nipple felt big and hot between my lips.
“Oh, darlings-it feels wonderful,” she moaned, “but you shouldn't be doing this to me. Oooh! Gorgeous! I've never had two women do this to me at the same time. It-it could almost g-give me an orgasm. You- you'd better stop now…”
“You just relax, sweetheart,” Stella whispered.
I felt Stella's hand glide over mine where it rested on Rose's now quivering tummy. I looked down quickly and saw Stella's hand disappear beneath Rose's skirt. A second later, Rose jerked sharply with a gasp.
“Will you mind if I help her out. Rita?”
I shook my head, taking the elongated nipple into my mouth again.
“Well you keep kissing and I'll get her pants off. Got any more zips on this dress, Rose?”
“One-at the hip.” Rose turned a little to let her get to it.
I moved round a little so that I could see what was going on at Rose's nether regions. Stella had the zip unfastened and was tugging the dress down. Rose wriggling her hips to help. She got it down and we saw a terribly strained pair of panties stretched across broad hips. Stella undid the suspenders and then began the task of getting the panties down. She finally made it. Rose lifting her bottom off the bed. As soon as Stella had the panties off, I saw the strong thighs spread wide, the thick bush of auburn hairs lifting as Stella's head sank between her legs.
Rose gave a loud groan and clutched me to her as Stella's mouth closed over her sex. Stella looked up just once before getting down to business.
“This poor cunt of yours is as randy as hell, darling!”
Then, as Stella began to suck her below, I sucked one breast, taking the other nipple in my fingers to make up for Stella's mouth. Rose moaned again, her head tossing as we worked on her. Her hand felt at my chest as I bent above her; squeezed one of my breasts, fondled it. My heart was thundering with excitement as I tremblingly undid a couple of buttons at the top of my dress and took hold of her hand, to guide it inside.
Her fingers slipped inside my bra and I felt my own nipple begin a stiffen rapidly as she played with it. I saw the thighs close about Stella's head, the hips begin to move jerkily; the fingers playing with my nipple pinched until it was almost a pain. I slipped my free arm under her back and held her tightly, sucking like mad on her breast, ignoring the pain as she pinched cruelly on my nipple, her body jerking and shaking in the grip of an orgasm.
“Oooh, you darlings-that was wonderful!” Rose got shakily to her feet, still bare except for her suspender-belt and drooping stockings, her big breasts swaying, nipples red and swollen.
Stella licked her sticky lips and grinned.
“'Glad to help out. Hope we don't have your Dorothy after our blood, though.”
“That is one little secret I shall keep to myself. I- er-I couldn't do anything for either or both of you in return, could I?”
“You could very easily and wonderfully. Rose, but we'll be getting along now. It's an hour and a half's drive and Rita must keep in Phil's good books if she wants to get away for the week-end.”
“Maybe another time, then.”
“That is very likely, darling.” Stella hugged her, kissed her mouth. “Aren't you going to dress?”
“No-I want to make an early start in the morning. I shall have a bath and get to bed early.” She walked towards the door with us. “For obvious reasons, I shan't see you out. Let me kiss you both here.”
Stella kissed her lingeringly, then bent and planted a quick kiss on each jutting breast. Rose turned to me, then, and I clasped the firm naked body in my arms. Her mouth was soft and warm and open; I opened my own mouth to meet her, felt her tongue probe gently, touched it briefly with my own; our mouths sucked, then parted.
“Don't forget her titties!” prompted Stella.
Rose thrust out her breasts invitingly and I bent and kissed each nipple. We went to the door, then I had to wait while Stella darted back; I heard them whispering for a while, then Stella joined me again and we let ourselves out.
On the way home in the car, I tried to find out what she had gone back for, but she shook her head.
“Sorry, can't say-nothing for you to get jealous about, though. I promise.”
So I had to be content with that.
“Gosh, I'm as randy as blazes!” gasped Stella.
“Me, too,” I answered. “It's hardly surprising, is it? After the show we saw this afternoon and what we did for Rose. Incidentally-she's nice, isn't she?”
“Rose? She's a dish!”
“How did you come to split up?”
“Oh, just one of those things-we drifted. We shall always be the best of friends, though-even to helping each other out, as we did today.”
As we got very near to home, Stella slowed the car right down.
“Are you feeling as sexy as I am?” she asked quietly. “I want you so badly it hurts!”
“Me, too, darling. What can we do?”
“It's nine o'clock-what time do you think you should be home?”
“Well, Phil knows that buying a coat and having lunch in town shouldn't take all day-even if it is an hour and a half's journey each way. I really ought to go in.”
“Well, here we are.” Stella turned the car into our road and we rolled to a stop outside her house. She turned and looked at me, squeezed my thigh.
“Oh, hell, darling-I can't even kiss you goodnight in the car; somebody would be bound to come along at the crucial moment. How about a quick drink-just one, huh?”
“I suppose ten minutes or so won't make all that much difference; can't be much longer, though.”
“Go and open the gate for me and I'll drive straight in, then.”
I was pleased about that-if Phil happened to look out, he wouldn't see the car and have any more food for thought than he had already.
Stella opened the front door and stood back.
“In you go, my sweet.”
I walked in in front of her and switched on the hall light, then heard a peal of laughter behind me. I looked back at her.
“What is it?”
“You, darling! Your dress!” She was pointing at my bottom. “Right where you little fanny must have been resting on the seat of the car.”
I twisted and pulled my skirt round. There was a dark damp patch on the white material just where she said.
“You poor old thing-we really must do something about it!”
“Yes-sponge it and dry it in case Phil sees it and suspects the worst! How about you?”
Stella turned her back to me; the material of her dress was a little thicker than mine and a dark blue in colour, so didn't show anything. When I touched her just below the bulge of her buttocks, however, there was the telltale sticky dampness of desire soaking through the cloth.
“At least as bad as mine, Stella.”
“Well, you get that dress off while I pour a couple of drinks. Switch on the electric fire.”
I stripped off my dress and switched on the fire. Stella gave me my drink and picked up the dress.
“I'll sponge it in the kitchen — what about your knickers?”
“Oh, that's all right-I don't suppose he'll go nosing into them!”
“Why should he go for the wrapping when he can have the goods? I'll sponge them, anyway-let's have them.”
“Stella — you don't want to fiddle about with my messy drawers…”
“Lovely! Next to the woman who goes in them! Think what they've been rubbing against all day! Let's have them.” She held her hand out.
I drew down my panties, stepped out of them and handed them over. She looked down at my belly, touched the hair below it.
“Yours has more gold in it that Rose's,” she grinned and went out.
I stood sipping my drink, warming my bare bottom in front of the fire; not that it was cold, but it has always given me a sensuous pleasure to feel the heat wafting up between my thighs and over my buttocks.
“Here we are-I've only sponged mine as I don't have to put it on again.” Stella came back with my dress and panties, stripped, now, to bra and suspender-belt, shoes and stockings, as I was. “Darling-you look very, very sexy!”
“So do you!”
She put my things down in front of the fire.
“I feel very, very sexy! It'll be at least ten minutes before you can put them on-let's have a little cuddle, huh? Come on-on the couch.”
I joined her on the couch and we went into a tight clinch; her mouth was warm and hungry on mine. Still kissing me, she undid the catch of my bra and pulled it off, then I was lying back, with Stella's mouth at my bared breasts, every inch of her tongue on my throbbing nipples sending tingling shocks through them. I found the catch of her bra and released her breasts, getting my hand underneath her to hold them as she nuzzled at mine. Our nipples were erect and hot as we struggled in passionate combat; it could only end in one way-it did!
Stella unfastened my suspenders, then took hold of my legs and pulled until I was lying at full length; she spread them and let down one end of the couch, so that my knees were bent over the edge. She knelt between them, her head bending towards my sex. I put out my hands to stop her.
“Stella — wait! Let me at least wipe myself there first, darling-it's terribly messy!”
“Lovely! I'll make it even more so!”
“But, Stella — it must have been oozing all the afternoon!”
“I don't care if it's been oozing all the week! I kissed the crotch of your panties before I sponged them, so how about that? Would you object to kissing my cunt?”
“No, dear.”
“Well mine is in me same state as yours.” Without further ado, her mouth was at me, nearly driving me mad with lips and tongue. I lifted my legs, holding my knees apart so that she could get at me better, opening myself right up to her.
I felt her cool hands under my bottom, lifting, that maddening tongue pushing into my vagina. I sobbed as my orgasm began to pulse out of me, the pleasure almost unbearable as Stella sucked hard on me.
As the immediate lethargy began to wear off, I reached for her; I wanted to hold her close and love her for giving me such ecstasy. She found room beside me and we lay cuddling, our breasts flattened to each others; my nipples had gone to temporary softness, but hers still throbbed hotly. I felt between the soft thighs and she gave a little moan as I touched her sex, warm and slippery with want.
“Your turn now, dear,” I whispered, climbing over her to get off the couch as she turned expectantly on to her back, stretching out her legs.
I knelt at the end of the sofa and spread her legs, lifting them on to my shoulders, then sank my mouth into the pulpy slime of her. Her thighs pressed the sides of my face, her hands holding my head and I held my open mouth, tongue protruding, against her, as she jiggled her sex up and down. The strong, tangy odour of her roused me again and I licked and sucked passionately, my arms reaching up to stroke the sides of my body. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue across its tip. She jerked hard.
“Darling- you- you've hit it! I–I'm…”
Then I was sucking the bitter-sweet mucous from her almost as it was distilled within the depths of her body.
By the time I had cleaned her up with my mouth, I wanted her again, but decided I dared not-anyway, we would be sure to get some chance of being alone together when we took Jane to Bridlington.
I hitched my stockings to the suspenders and slipped my bra on again.
“Your things are dry, Rita.”
I pulled on my panties and got into the dress.
“Wish you could stay the night, darling,” she said, wistfully.
“We ought to have the chance at Bridlington. I was just wondering about that. What is the sleeping accommodation like at the bungalow?”
“Well, there's a large bedroom with a double bed and a smaller one with a single bed. The small one will be just right for Jane, which leaves us together in the large one. Oh, darling-a double bed all to ourselves! We've not yet had the chance of sleeping together- all our love-making has been done more or less in a hurry.”
“I can hardly wait!”
“There's a little strip of private beach, too.”
“What sort of bathing gear do you wear?”
“Bikini, of course!”
“Wow-with that gorgeous body! It's just as well the beach is private!”
“May I go and get my new coat from the car?”
“Of course-I'd forgotten all about what the original intention of going into town was for.” She went to her handbag and handed me the car keys. “Here-get mine as well. I can't very well go out like this-I'll be seeing you off in the same state as Rose saw us off.”
I fetched our things from the car and prepared to leave.
“I've been thinking about Rose,” Stella said hesitantly.
“Did you mind my suggesting what we did for her? I realise I was a bit blatant about it.”
“Of course I didn't mind — I like her. Made her happy, anyway!”
“If we go into town together any time, we'll be able to use her flat-we're bound to have the urge, especially if I take you to that club again!”
“That will be nice. Well. I suppose I'd better go and face the music!”
“It's not as bad as all that, surely?”
I smiled a little regretfully as I thought of poor Phil sitting at home while I went round enjoying myself sexually with another woman, going to lesbian clubs and planning to sleep with the said woman, so that we should be able to indulge our craving for one another's body. I looked at the half-naked Stella, and I'm afraid desire outweighed the feeling of guilt.
“No, not really. It's been such a wonderful day, I'm hoping I don't look guilty and jeopardise the week-end.”
“Well, I'll say the same as Rose did-better let yourself out. Supposing one of the neighbours walked past just as I was waving you good-bye at the gate in my near-nothings!”
“Or, worse still-my Phillip!”
I gathered her nakedness into my arms and we kissed. She came as far as the hall with me, a faint tinkle coming from her dangling suspenders as she walked. I turned and she blew me a kiss as I let myself out. I remembered something and stopped in her porch to patch my make-up before going home.
Jane was in the living-room preparing to go to bed when I got in.
“Where's dad?”
“In the next room-up to his neck in drawings!”
“Had any supper?”
“Had some cocoa-not very hungry.”
“Jane-how would you like to come up to Bridlington with Stella and I for the week-end?”
“Fab! This week-end — before I have to go back to school?”
“Of course. I take it you approve?”
“And how! What about dad?”
“Well, he's too busy — otherwise, we should have taken you somewhere for a couple of weeks. You like Stella, don't you?”
“Mmm-she's dishy!”
“Well, all I have to do is get dad's permission and we start out on Friday in Stella's car. A friend of hers is going abroad for a few months and is letting her use a bungalow she has there whenever she wants-it has a private beach, too.”
“Golly! If the weather holds up. I'll be able to show a South of France tan at school!”
“Off to bed with you, then-only one day to wait.”
“Oh, you're a darling, mummy!” She hugged me tightly, and once again I had that queer little tug as she kissed me, her lips a little too lingering. I shrugged it off, making a mental note to watch her closely in the next holidays; she was beginning to feel sex stirring in her body, without knowing what the sensations meant, and I didn't want it led into the wrong channels, or, as Phil put it-“straddled across a motor-bike with her drawers off!”
I took a cup of cocoa in to Phil and decided to broach the Bridlington excursion right away. I told him.
“I was telling Stella that Jane hadn't had a holiday this year and she suggested we give her a treat. I told Jane and, of course, she's all for it.”
“The 'we' being yourself and Stella, eh?”
“Well, as a matter of fact, you were invited as well,” I lied, “but I said you would be too busy. Of course, the invitation is still open.” I crossed my fingers behind my back.
“That so? Well, of course, I am too busy-far too busy, unfortunately. Take Jane by all means.”
I breathed out and went to the door. I heard him clear his throat and turned.
“But-uh-watch yourself with that Stella — something tells me she'd just love to get you into bed with her!”
I felt my face flame hotly, and prayed he didn't notice the guilty look I must have shown. Even so, I had to get to the bottom of it.
“Why do you keep saying things like that about her? I haven't noticed any mannishness in her-I think she is extremely feminine.”
“Well, why hasn't she got herself a man, then?”
“Maybe she has-how do you know?”
“You're her friend-she would have told you by now. That's just the point, Rita; she hasn't. She is an attractive, feminine woman and very well off into the bargain-she could take her pick. She has a car, money, her own house and what does she do? Lives by herself and has just one friend-you. Sure-I like her well enough-she's good-looking and intelligent, but there's something peculiar somewhere and you might, you just might, be weak enough to let her have what she wanted — even if only to avoid hurting her feelings. Then, who knows — you might like it, which leaves me with a lesbian wife on my hands!”
I stood looking at him, trying to think of something to say. He was getting far too close to the truth: I mustn't underrate his intelligence. Panic flared briefly as the possibility occurred to me of his knowing already — or at least guessing-and this was by way of warning me off tactfully, without bringing things out into the open. But no-that wasn't Phil's way; he would have said so right out. I pretended anger.
“I'm sorry you feel that way about her; sorry you have such a horribly twisted outlook on life. So, according to you, any woman who isn't married is a lesbian — that right?”
“When they get to her age-what is she, thirty-three, thirty-four? — with her looks and possessions, I say there must be something funny somewhere; not even a man-friend in tow.”
“She may have had a disappointment in her life-something she wouldn't even tell me about. Thought of that?”
“I have and I'm allowing it as an outside possibility.” He grinned, then. “So I'm okaying the Bridlington trip.”
I smiled back, content to drop the matter.
“Well, I'm off to bed now-coming up?”
“No-I'll be a while yet. You go ahead.”
As I undressed for bed, I wondered how it was all going to end. Phil already suspected Stella of being what she was; I knew he didn't suspect me, but that was the logical progression. Would I be able to go on like this, giving myself to Stella without Phil eventually finding out? I thought over my actions since intimacy had begun between Stella and I. Had I acted in the same way as I had when we were just ordinarily friendly? I thought so. Had Stella? I wasn't sure-it was only since we had started our lesbian affaire that Phil had mentioned his suspicions. Had she started looking at me in a different way when she was here? Maybe I ought to tell her. But how could I, without telling her what Phil thought? No, that would only upset her.
I would have to be very careful if I wanted our relationship to continue-and I had to be honest with myself and admit that I did. I must guard against becoming careless with familiarity.
Firstly-where did Stella and I make love? Up to now, at her place; no real problem that in itself, as Phil was unlikely to break the door down. Must remember to be careful of windows, especially downstairs. Where else? Rose's flat. No problem, either. That would only be on the odd occasion and again it would be behind a locked door, with the added protection of my husband not knowing even of its existence.
The bungalow at Bridlington. Jane would be the only danger there-we would have to be extremely careful while we were there; I hoped the doors had keys to the locks. What else? It would certainly be awkward if I came home me night after being with Stella — especially if we'd let ourselves go-and found that Phil wanted me that night; I remembered the frantic business of working myself up the previous night. No-I should definitely have to work something out from that angle.
I was getting so crazily mixed-up. I knew I still loved Phil-even enjoyed sexual intercourse with him. I also loved Stella-perhaps in a different way-and I certainly enjoyed sexual intercourse with her-or whatever they called it between two women!
I slipped off my panties and examined them; as I thought they were damp. Bringing Stella on to her climax had roused me again. It was a warm night, so I crawled nude between the sheets-if Phil came up and decided he wanted me again, he could have me!
I must have fallen asleep fairly quickly; I don't remember Phil coming to bed.